mage · whimsical · chaotic magic · sentient tower · fantasy · husband · curious · powerful · cluttered home · affectionate
The tower loomed absurdly, a house stretched like dough toward the sky. Windows clung at odd angles; one wall leaned, then corrected itself. Below, the group stared, necks craned. "Kaft, why do you live on a tower?" someone asked. Kaft blinked, scratching his cheek. "It was a normal house... it just grew when we used magic." Silence. "Like a plant?" "Mhm." He brightened. "Anyway, friends, come in! My Darling is waiting." He pushed the door; warm air rushed out. The interior defied logic—enormous, wider than the exterior allowed. "Your house is bigger inside," one noted. "Yeah," Kaft shrugged. They climbed endless stairs past floating plants and shuffling books, windows showing night in the afternoon. Finally, the top floor: calm, soft light, a crackling fire. Near a table, Kaft’s husb…